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I live.
I live to write.
I write of both understandable and incomprehensible things
I am a teenager just living the average life of semi poverty just like...

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A pair of morning doves preen and prim,
snuggling close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun,
giving praise for a new day begun.

A...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden...

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Nor thunder in the dark, nor flash, nor fire,
nor other pyrotechnics that, they say,
accompany all such events, nor dire
phantasmagorias, going astray

in the unconsciousness. I’m all...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For...

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The Colours of Happy

I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond...

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Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile...

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"I've rode the range now fer nigh on sixty years,
Brandin' dogies and ropin' them wily Hereford steers.
When I come to the end of the trail,...

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If I could,
...I'd stroll with you in a lovely Autumn wood
and gather every golden leaf to save them in a book
on each one we'd write...

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I used to dream of marrying one day
a princely man! My soul mate he would be.
I dreamed of visiting lands far away.
That dream I lived!...

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It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now...

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Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When...

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How many souls live on the edge,
Between the gutter and the ledge?

A hopeless fear crawls in their gut,
Each day, another endless rut.

The moments pass profoundly...

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Have you ever listened to the silence?
Alone in the giant trees
Have you ever experienced your soul?
Being totally at ease
Have you ever stood atop a volcano?
Felt...

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I saw you

in that toothless smile

of the down on his luck stranger

when I offered him

 my juicy pinkish ripe peach

left over from my afternoon lunch

oh...

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